whoever said to have loved and lost is better than never loving never felt like this! the times of our lives were not spent well and so i fell, harder than ever! and
the canyons of your minds (POO-AAH!) "ETHELL, wanna get a cuppa cawfee?" (Howard Johnson's! Howard Johnson's! Howard Johnson's! Howard Johnson's!) "Ahhh! there's
And 'Ye already told you we made it you cockroaches Show me where the boats is, Ferrari testarossa's The hammer went broke so you know I'm more focused I lost
wouldn't sleep a minute away Oh, there's black jack and poker and the roulette wheel A fortune won and lost on every deal All you need's a strong heart and
Yeah motherfucker, that's for Howard Beach And Brother Olivert X, so what's next With y'all punk-ass cowards? Each of us bring fo' devils And let's
birthday we comin through in a niggas trunk is a nigga named Screw and I got that boy Kici in heah and that boy Poyo and these hoes heah and we comin
prison, got sick, lost your pops yeah I cried too. You never know who's right behind you, I got a little son now, and he do whatever I do. But it's something
, and the rails, and the tracks and the tacks, and the black and the bats, and the shrivelled shrill lights trip and laugh over the weeds and the blossoms, and throats open shut and
they smarm and charm passageways to its very heart. Where's the free individual in all that? Where's the hope and aspiration? Identities have become
I wouldn't sleep a minute away Oh, the black jack and poker and the roulette wheel A fortune won and lost on every deal All you need's a strong heart and
, What's so funny 'bout peace, love, and understanding?, What's so funny 'bout peace, love, and understanding?, What's so funny 'bout peace, love, and understanding? "What's
frozen beef pies at boney's market..."; still others say "pshaw/ (? ), and piss on you, jack, he's just a crazy iatlian who drove a red car ...&
known, lyrically respected Cars I 23 'em and armor all the tires up, And keep a long line of hoes like fire trucks It's just the broke rapper's talkin
money, cars, jewels, Stars Womanizers, tough guys, guns, knives, and scars, Drug pushers, thugs, strippers, fast girls, fast life Everything I wanted and everything I could ask life If this ain't living and
status quo, Today they smarm and charm passageways to its very heart. Where's the free individual in all that? Where's the hope and aspiration? Identities